Rape Universe

This is a little story that I’ve been doing for quite sometime now. It’s Sci-fi epic, sort of. It’s mainly about two brothers, Fenix and Maverix. In this story, I decided to torture Fenix some more. As if that little “incident” with his brother wasn’t bad enough….hehehehe. Anyway, in this tale, he gets captured by the enemy or is he? Read. Enjoy.
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Prisoner
by Psycho

Fenix shuddered slightly and forced himself to relax. His arms were beginning to cramp after being chained above his head for so long. The echoing footsteps signaled someone’s approach. Taking into account just where he was, he knew that someone would infallibly be unfriendly.

Nightwing rounded a corner and came into view, smiling triumphantly. “How are we doing this fine day, Fenix?” he chuckled.

“As well as can be expected,” Fenix replied evenly, trying to keep a weary note out of his voice. It had been difficult indeed to rest standing up and shackled, but he’d never give his enemy the satisfaction of knowing it.

“Good,” Nightwing said smoothly, “then you’re in shape to give me some information I need.”

“Not on your life,” the Avillian leader spat.

Nightwing laughed. “That’s what I thought you’d say. How many times have we been through this, Fenix? How many times has my side pressed yours for information, and vice versa? We both know that mere coaxing will not be enough to pry information from you. Never fear, I am willing to resort to *unconventional* means.”

Fenix shifted slightly, straining to mask the sudden chill that flowed through him. That could only mean one thing — torture. He had been tortured before, several times to the brink of death, so the Ravenans’ interrogation methods were nothing new to him. He knew that he could hold out until the pain overwhelmed him and he lost consciousness. His eyes wandered over the Ravenan’s form before him. Hmm, no whip, no spikes, no real torture instruments… yet. Nightwing would probably want to soften him up with his fists first. He stiffened slightly, bracing himself for the first blow.

Nightwing threw back his head and laughed. “Oh, Fenix, you are too much!” he roared. “Don’t think I’ll waste my energy beating you. It certainly is a very tempting offer, but I have other means of extracting my information.”

Fenix felt a sinking sensation within him. At least he would have been able to anticipate a beating and numb himself to some extent. Now he had no idea what he would be facing. What could Nightwing have up his sleeve this time?

Nightwing smirked as his eyes roved over the Avillian’s body. “I know a good many of your weak spots,” he chuckled. “This time the interrogation will not be so clumsy and wasteful. I know exactly where to strike.” Fenix braced himself as the Ravenan leader stepped forward until there was only a scant few inches between them. Nightwing raised his hands and caressed Fenix’s battle mask with deceptive gentleness. “What a shame that I will not be able to fully savor your expression,” he chuckled.

Fenix nearly slumped with relief. ‘At least he doesn’t know how to remove my mask.’

Fenix stiffened once more as Nightwing’s hand traced its way over his chest and down to his waist. “What have we here?” he asked, studying the Avillian’s torn pants. “I think this warrants further examination.”

‘Oh, no!’ Fenix’s head swam in dizzying horror as his nemesis deftly ripped apart his pants and that frail clothing that protected his quite vulnerable organ.

“Hmm,” Nightwing mused, stroking his chin. “Not at all shabby. Slightly smaller than my own, mind you, but altogether not bad at all. I bet your girlfriend gets quite a bang out of it.”

Fenix, try as he might, could not stop the trembling that had seized his body. This could be very bad. “And what if she does?” he said curtly.

The grin on Nightwing’s face spread to galactic proportions. “It would be such a shame to deprive her of her pleasure,” he said, reaching out and grasping the long stem at its root.

Fenix felt his heart nearly stop at the sudden panic that seized him. “This can’t be!” he cried. “Even you couldn’t be that cruel.” There was an unspoken, almost sacred rule that one male could not harm another’s dick. The pain would be empathetic and somehow hurt males everywhere, so that all but the most bitter and sadistic respected the power of the phallus.

“Hmmm… perhaps not,” Nightwing grudgingly admitted, “but there’s nothing you can do to stop me, is there?” He gave the beautiful shaft a squeeze.

Fenix could not stifle the shocked gasp that squeezed past his lips. The rough contact was definitely awakening the nerves down there, and his dick stirred slightly. No, this couldn’t be! A sexual response to this rough mistreatment would be worse than death. Fenix suddenly found himself yearning for the sting of the whip, anything but this.

Nightwing grinned as he saw the shaft twitch in his hand. “Why, what’s this?” he said with a false note of surprise. “You wouldn’t happen to be liking this, would you, Fenix?” He squeezed again, and Fenix blinked briefly. Nightwing was somewhat disturbed at the reactions that his covered face hid, but he noticed the signals that were there. The rod in his hands had begun to grow and swell slightly, signaling its arousal. His hand began to gently stroke up and down the length of the unit, almost caressing the very warm shaft. He brought his lips next to Fenix’s ear and whispered softly, “You are totally in my control now. I can do anything I want and there’s no way you can stop me. I could tear your swelling rod from your body.”

Here his grip tightened once more, and Fenix jumped, his erection inexplicably growing to its full extent. ‘That’s right, give him a bigger target,’ he berated himself.

“But I don’t think I want to do that, now do I?” Nightwing said smoothly. “I can picture the look on your poor love’s face when you come crawling back to her minus this glorious trophy. But to keep it secured to your body instead of mounted on my wall; you’ll have to cooperate with me.”

Fenix’s features, what was visible, twisted into disgust. “Never! I’d rather have you castrate me than give away my secrets.”

Nightwing shook his head, admiring his enemy’s fortitude in the face of sexual mutilation. Still, he wasn’t overly surprised. He had become somewhat attuned to Fenix’s personality over the years they’d fought, and had figured that there would have to be something more to persuade his foe to spill his secrets. “I’ve got a better use in mind for it,” he smirked, rubbing the sensitive tip with his thumb, intently studying Fenix’s expression.

Fenix turned his face away, gasping sharply as a trickle of fluid escaped his erection and trailed over Nightwing’s strong hand. “I fail to see how this is going to get you anywhere,” he said stiffly, trying in vain to ignore the warm pulsating between his legs.

Nightwing grunted in satisfaction. “Oh, I think you know what I’m getting at,” he murmured. “I’ve got you in my power and you can’t stand it. You could live with being beaten and tortured, but this loss of control is far more humiliating and uncomfortable because a part of you likes it. Am I right?” Fenix clamped down hard on a lustful cry as Nightwing knelt and rubbed the hard and slippery tip against his lips. A small squeak still escaped, and Nightwing’s grin was irrepressible. “That’s all the answer I need,” he said, voice rumbling in satisfaction. “I’m going to drive you out of your mind until you scream for release. And when you finally do cum, all of your power will be in my hands. You can say whatever you like afterwards, you will have given yourself to me willingly and you can never take it back. A part of you will always be mine.”

Fenix’s legs began to tremble as Nightwing licked at the oozing head, then bit down gently. A shriek of surprise and pain escaped before he could muffle it. Nightwing smiled around the protrusion as the Avillian leader’s hips began to gently pump against him. The barriers were beginning to fall, and even the mighty and aloof Fenix couldn’t resist a blowjob.

Whimpers came unbidden to his lips, and Fenix rolled his head from side to side, trying to keep his rampaging lust under control and hidden. He had never known such divine pleasure, especially from a male that knew all the good spots to hit, and the shackles, intimately linked in his memories to sex, weren’t helping matters. There was something so forbidden about this situation, he being shackled and helpless, unable to do anything but receive incredible pleasure from the one he hated most, that was driving him out of his mind.

Nightwing angled his lips as his head thrust against the straining phallus, scraping against the inflamed skin. Fenix let loose with an erotic moan that would be enough for anyone, male or female, to cream themselves. Nightwing’s mouth was filled with trickling precum, and from the twitches that came from the erect pole, his enemy wasn’t far from losing it. “Not too long now, is it?” he chuckled, rubbing his oral probe along the shaft.

Fenix trembled helplessly, just a heartbeat away from release and ultimate pleasure and humiliation wrapped into one. ‘I can’t let him do this to me!’ he thought wildly. ‘If he makes me cum, I’ll never be able to hold my head up around him anymore.’ A glance between his legs only served to stir him more. ‘He is the one in my power, for he is kneeling in front of me, giving *me* pleasure.’ But his mind forced him to recant that statement as a delicious surge shivered down his pole, burning for release. ‘But he’s in perfect control, working me into a frenzy until I give him my release. I need so badly to cum, but if I respond to him I’ll never live it down.’ He thought frantically for a way out. A final plan formed in his mind. ‘Maybe I might be able to fool Nightwing into thinking I’ve lost interest.’

Nightwing pulled his head back until only the tip remained sheathed. He worked the curved end gently, nipping and licking, probing at the tiny hole that was leaking liquid profusely.

Fenix let out a half-sob as he felt the preparatory spasms start up. ‘I can’t do it!’ he thought in defeat. ‘I’ll never be able to hide my release. If I’m going to shame myself, I’m not going to do it by halves. If I’m ashamed at what happened between us, at least I’ll have the satisfaction of knowing I came in his mouth and made him taste it.’

That luscious thought of spewing cum down his enemy’s throat fired his lust like never before. A scream tore loose from his throat as his hips began to piston desperately. “I can’t stand it!” he howled. “Do it, Nightwing! Make me cum!”
He could feel Nightwing’s broad grin of triumph around his erection as he thrust hungrily, but he couldn’t be bothered to worry, for it was happening…. He felt his orgasm welling up within him, preparing for one large explosion. He flung his head back and screamed, feeling the first burst of cum shoot from his pole and down Nightwing’s sucking mouth.

Fenix shot up in his recharge berth, howling as his throbbing shaft flung burst after burst of cum into the air. He trembled and gasped, moaning loudly as his juices sprayed onto his body, the berth, and the walls.

Aurora jumped with a start at his cry, eyes opening instantly. She gaped as she saw her lover writhing on the bed, cum flowing in a geyser from his burning pole, a good deal of it spraying her. She devoured the sight before her of the normally reserved and controlled Avillian leader emptying what seemed to be a gallon of cum, jerking as the delicious spasms seized and shook him rapidly.

Finally, the violent seizure loosened its grip, and Fenix flopped back against the bed, drained tremendously. He covered his face and groaned in absolute horror, memories of his humiliating dream flashing in his mind. He wished the ground would just swallow him.

Aurora smoothed her hands up his body, smearing the cum across his trembling frame. “Well, what brought that on?” she murmured.

“I’m so ashamed,” Fenix choked, forcing the words out. He hated to confess what he had dreamed about, but it was probably best to get it out in the open. “I dreamed that Nightwing chained me up and gave me a blow job.”

Aurora’s delighted squeal made him look up from between his fingers covering his face. Her hands began to roam her naked form, probing her sweet spots as she purred. “Tell me more.”

The End?